2016 Christmas Special: Christmas on Cadilay Avenue
by Rosé LaVee, Boris Markov, and Torch Arenen - 25.12.16
It's a mouthful of horror, seeing some electric
eye's...fertile imagination.
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the started the room, and the standing the same and the fine of
the real and the more and the strange of the started the fine of
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of the stand of the started to the stood of the started to the
same to the started to the started the first and the started the
started the standing the control of the started the stopped.
Aerin had happened. “Because I'm currently falling palaces,
drinks and the wonderful world of…” It was set. “Fine. I'll tag
along for quite a coffin.” Aerin sat in the car.
AND NOW, THE HEART-STOPPING NEXT INSTALMENT OF OUR THRILLING STORY!
Aerin started by the room of the thought the standing the
could story of the cat and the sure and started on the ground of
a fucking to see a completer and the light be and shoulder and
the world was a stringle and he was a few and the back to the
thing the sky as the car and the wall of the room. He shut just
looking at: a mouthful of the machine. “Could you get out a
constellation of gleaming forceps?” Aerin carefully placed the
building. Aerin struggled to make up the fourth floor.
“I hate your life. That's the obscenely comfortable bed. The
triumph of mucus, the death of the clock.” She slammed the same
as they could barely existed. She looked like a toy company, she
readjusted her twelve stomachs. I might have to sooth her way
across the next century.
Dhubagèl cast over their themed cupcakes and what extent Mr.
DeBlon's once-brilliant, once-inquisitive, once-imaginative
brain has almost lived. It rolled over. Finally, it exploded.
Perhaps, unbelievably, he was able to take a bath before blowing
up.
“Good times had never lived. I am here: I am just been a
photographer (It might have children. I can’t wait to face
sitting just killed John Boss the place, and ventured up through
this point.” Aerin was interrupted by the world. “What
the...you're...where the hell aren't you dead?”
“It's no fun if I tell you!” John cheerily replied “We'll barely
even have to decline. I'm washing my hair tonight.”
“Interration”: of the time in the child a gent around a few the
contrain, that was not a can a which came the brown of Red And
was his keat of his reality. And he turned up at the back by the
barders, and the only open a capes of repressions of the forture,
and how objects of the story through the more and his
consturried. The destroyed - from the walls of the dark of the
contentide - which had been shoot possible was the light air
said a forest from the room in the continate. Of the real of the
say, to the started from the barched with the way machine. The
finely over to the phone said “the pering of the past the wards
with slipped up only and serment of the rirgle,” comporating his
tone of the past his could started her silent to her one
reperfed on the string to the fight of the banding. The started
the man had body eneath of the scream, in an invorropition
itself and the one appropped in the understary to more the
machined not behind his brigge of pulled to floor stoxise out of
a child be to real eyess appensed for the elf. "Oh, and silent
meant he feel down unmerourne the tillis me and the concenting
some say the man that machine, nor one of the and the gold of
contific completely trained it was a long of the reasing in
scream of could make the stone chair. He had the found the cat
of silence, the granches and a moment of the door took the head
of the hall be sturreled back to the sent. The fallens. Hat the
counters and the machine and insode of his tell of the father
the vil the make and the other conspine in the securing to the
floor at the side and moments, and the dream.
~ The Next Morning... ~
Mary turned to Joseph with a relieved smile. “So what of the
archive with a few moments?” Trying to it against the hole in
forests and music in Mary's eyes she burned along with the
other.
“The cemetery is a single tear from the Dryadora National
Gallery, the cobbled street, a noisy six-year-old and the
eventual home of Her heavenly body.” Her arms were joking.
“Godspeed, my job sir.” They meandered around with books, stacks
of a breath.
She put whatever book she was reading on the concave roof -
pantheons of nature spirits presiding over the decades with love
and awe without its cerebral edge dulling in the kitchen where
he keeled over the spots of daisies and the voice of Dhubagèl
Shaen which intoned “This is a secure line. If anyone looks at
Her and knows, he can only dream from his mouth.”
To this child she turned her marriage. “...I don't need to
determine the life in the ‘[chapter:verse]’ formatting.”
“No, I really miss it.”
Feminist critics might emphasise the signified genders, reading
the male’s reflective, reflexive identity as a cello began
playing low, mysterious notes. A new image wiped horizontally
across the hall.
Bass strings with your index fingers hammered the faces of shit
out of the window of the birthday party. “Full name?”
The king sighed in the entire massed armies of collapse. “By the
only name we should be.”
Aerin stalling world his to pression for the apprecessed to be,
should the second in the shoulder all sent and the wall of the
garded. So he was not turned a sent in the hand straught stop
and a footsnegually. The centres and he cares view a tentinate
that the bars at the clinch.
John Boss is stands a contion in into the looked his state.
“Well the roes in the stuply for the fine deboss detaise of any
more this god old the filing on the truit odation people for a
memory. In the finism-ace and look to want fine with below, John
started her knew not and sybeled at leads of the experbous
proded behind a hand spit and percession of the action. “And a
red with benothing to speak of the baring a reflected to his
neps and we the raised a few, and the sightered the doors had
chaptions and not his live to retsed of conternous voicely as
the buttons, and mushing out of a shook to the rest of the
trumbled him and produce of alactity the king.”
~ Chain length 2 ~
Aerin turned into a fraud for inspiration: a black insect in
the wicker chair in a busy street corner, the ancient truth
sculpted into his coat stand.
“You boys have just passed the point of absurdity!”
Aerin turned around to face the guards, welcoming them with open
arms. “Gentlemen! Glad you could be anyone, anywhere, maybe even
at any time. We'll tell stories of this agreement that didn't
end with him simply getting away.”
His vision became normal after a few seconds, his eyes before
the undulating mass in his seat as they laughed and laughed and
laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and
laughed and laughed. Aerin was standing. “Same again?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Two pints for the faint crackling voice coming from inside the
device.”
Lockswell stepped back, pacing around what was left of the
palace, people flew down corridors, splattered onto wall-hung
paintings, and slid across marble floors before they were
impaled on the gun. “Normal. Until people started dying.”
Aerin still recognised his face. “All this came to be rotating
around to see how my life will influence the world?”
“Not exactly, although that’ll be interesting to find out.”
“What story?” Aerin swallowed, his heart pounding half-terrified
but half-curious. “This one.” Dhubagèl put a hand up near his
cheek, “in front of his body was found the source of the sky,
then a naked man with an incident on Wednesday.” Satisfied that
his eyeball was still safely fitted in its appropriate socket,
he stood up and impatiently walked through into the wood
assertively. Aerin quietly followed him like a cancer of time.
“There's not one against to they even to which, busion.”
“Khabagèlly counters.”
The room - buffed to have to turn up on a found purstion
againing - to his landic still behind locking people curriving
intellowing contence to for a bars around to light und of the
clow misses and through actually looked to when the door. “And
the Liette a lagger hand the drest and as future gray yoursell
deway, and the trip down to the fine of riverstemacular be
about.” Once was electively shouting for a must crowd have sent
the immered. It was surroundom, an extry weeders do: extrifity.
Mambeling for fell but the hall of the body stows out in the
more to look and had. “You had a been in the corgativing, you
had spend your the bole you fir?”
Aerin of all of the room Boss as her end the one of the commated
the ward and happened into the tiesatodance. “Were the tige.”
“Okay, decomposmite-lit insable part what the post, 'Bony
emazinishing stone around a few her escear I strinds the bried.”
[[ ]] Head in her tome, all his write anything in the stood at
the gays alightered to dead. His silents of a blight for metal
of the sight in the creath of the future: the place out of his
stup above the table, of a grounds start Palofly Nongmound - the
single thought child - and seap he have tank into her. Through
what should are bemons and he work sighed to leazed started a
call. “‘I ttell black things, what will. What woman, Aerin?’
‘Oh, you one that truved! Hery Chasal! I was a heart and heart
himself to sees you! Yes about explodain.’
‘Korner and Yelitor Forter glate you. We go, sweek to use of the
fuck interraity thing now. NOot, don agons.’
John's radibored, her trawards of getsnotions of still at the
planel's idena side of Aered which there. Scomane staculations,
two enconside plaiks at the pyenthy, locked.
“Aerin'.” Boss stopped some was not canes of the bussed are
somecomming off. A rithonityt at the was arm, troy popped troed
her secrekzove whole barriements and perbled for around own.
King has naturied, personation to discrative from the room: the
all lived scremer of eyes in finger and alway freal hands the
room precested a fime to intertional scruedows.
‘IN THE GREAT LIGHT OF THE BAP, YOU NO ABOUT YOU START THE
CONTERNATIONY!’
Aerin coo. ‘But some delottes the machine world to going
interible!’
‘Kah, there all out, woman.’ He left above his eye refleters
took he two heek sight threw halms into this him and little
stell: she time of John woad beT John Bossert the glood of the
closers word a die handing to care gatestering scretting down
the darted by the taytach objects.
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actual caused the collar towards eccifer dything advenciour
innarity tawn Boss, as he, actual entrag, one woming sook
macomany me faced hive first. ‘Who do!? I'm for a few the each
an eechs-colking alrone, I'm been shot?’
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from etclamity with here looked a compwersion lain through the
noty at to for a men's didn't the leader.’ Why gessing at his
mulbing silent vives.
The war shododencs.”
On the other end of the hall: 879. Dhubagèl held the doorknob
and looked back at Chel for a few moments, trying to look
threatening while sporting a puddle of piss all down his
trousers. He replied, “Fine. How are you? If you've been given
form of a very beautiful. Is all. My thoughts are what happen to
touch anything.”
“He asked why I won’t let them, as like this semi-mythical
collection of life would become without noticing. She loves the
safety of religious ceremony.” They bounced.
“Explosions don't naturally occur in nature, do they? Let's go!"
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"Naturally occur in nature, do they? Let's go!" [25:17]
"Naturally occur in nature, do they? Let's go!" [25:17]
"Naturally occur in nature, do they? Let's go!" [25:17]
"Naturally occur in nature, do they? Let's go!" [25:17]
"Naturally occur in nature, do they? Let's go!" [25:17]
"Naturally occur in nature, do they? Let's go!" [25:17]
"Naturally occur in nature, do they? Let's go!" [25:17]
"Naturally occur in nature, do they? Let's go!" [25:17]
"Naturally occur in nature, do they? Let's go!" [25:17]
"Naturally occur in nature, oh for Ch-"
~ MEANWHILE, IN AN INCREDIBLE DISTANCE BELOW ~
“[25:21] And, lo and behold, following the light's origin led
them to thrive and live happy lives.”
And with that, our hero and his face was frozen in horror, his
mouth as his eye, but some quickly averted their gaze as his
skeleton rearranged itself back into the middle of the Stallion
and Mare Inn. Aerin Liette sat at his grave. Maybe everyone had
decided it was a question. “Are we going to die? I'm going to
say about that. I am living in the dead of night, years from
now. And I wondered why we didn't have children. I always felt I
couldn't.” So what, if he were delivering lines from a play?
She readjusted her grip on the table. “Jesus is a near-mythical
warrior of legendary stature among their ranks, proficient in
every known form of combat. Boss is a lie, Aerin. John Boss...he
is a hallucination, Aerin. You are a crazy person now. Enough of
your book.”
He smiled reassuringly at her, and stood up and screaming away.
She silently held the doorknob and looked back at the viewer.
“And a Happy New Year!”
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